Monday, May 6, 2013


 Welcome to Tuesday Tales! Thanks for stopping by. This is the continuation of Rory's story, THE RESCUED HEART, and the first day Hack shows up to fulfill his sentence.
 “You couldn’t wait a damn…” Rory said as she opened the door. She looked up. Dr. Hack Roberts filled the space, his husky, six foot two-inch frame, lazed against the door jamb.

“You knew I was coming. Couldn’t be ready on time? I hate women who are late,” he said, stepping across the threshold.
“It’s not easy to get dressed with this…this thing on my arm.”
“So start earlier.” He walked in and stopped, his gaze perusing the room. “Let’s get this started. I have other things to do than babysit you. Where do I sit?”
“You’re here until three, right?”
“So the judge said.” 
She didn’t know whether she wanted to smack the bored, annoyed look off his face or kiss him. Kiss him? Never! Rory pushed the thought out of her mind, but couldn’t tear her gaze off his mocking brown eyes, kissable lips or thick, light brown hair.
“Here,” she pulled out a chair at her tiny desk, just big enough to hold her laptop. He turned his gaze from her breasts to the chair.
“You expect someone my size to squeeze into this tiny space for five hours every day?”
“I expect you to do what the judge said.” Her mouth closed into a tight frown.
His cell phone rang. It played the Swedish Rhapsody.  Intriguing. He likes classical music.
“Felicia,” he said.
“Ah, Miss Pencil calling. Well don’t keep her waiting, Mr. Pussy-whipped.”
He glared at her. Rory lounged on the arm of the sofa, sipping coffee from a pink striped mug, listening to his conversation.
“I’m here until three Felicia. What? No. No, I can’t. That’s what the judge said.”

There was a long silence.
“You want me to get my ass slapped in jail? I’m sure Rory wouldn’t agree to that. No. Three months. Get over it.” He closed the phone. Laughter bubbled up in Rory’s chest. “Leash too long for Miss Splinter?”
He scowled. “None of your business.”
“Tell twiggy not to call. While you’re here you’re mine…my prisoner. To do with as I wish.”
“I mean for typing.”
“So where’s the stuff. What do you write, anyway?”
His face colored in a deep blush. “I’m going to be typing sex stuff?”
“Did I say sex?”
“No, but usually they go hand in hand.”
“Hand in hand? I might not put it exactly like that,” she giggled.


  1. I can feel a romance brewing. I love how this story is going. I can't wait to see what she has him type.

  2. I love these two! Mister Pussy-Whipped. I`m still chuckling over that one. Great stuff!

  3. Great dialogue ... love the story!!!!!

  4. LMAO. Rory cracks me up. This story is so awesome...cant' wait for more!!

  5. You gotta love that Rory - He is going to really squirm, I am betting when she starts her dictation... Love it..x

  6. Love Rory and it doesn't look like things are going to be to good between the Doc and Miss Stickfigure.

    1. Miss Stickfigure, great! Hadn't thought of that one!

  7. All I can envision is this hulk of a man leaning on the doorjamb.. the rest of the story is absent from my mind. Just a few words and I am entranced!


  8. Sounds like fun! I love the interaction.

  9. all the names she came up with had me laughing

  10. Rory is so going to get under his skin, the poor guy won't know what's hit him! Great excerpt.

  11. When she pointed to the chair and he commented on it all I could think of are those little preschool chairs parents are forced to sit on in parent/teacher conferences! I love these two together - I get excited to read this one every week!

  12. “I’m going to be typing sex stuff?” Jean that is just so perfect, I can not stop smiling.